let loose

The competition jointly organized by several schools is not considered formal. It is equivalent to gathering the top students from each school to take an exam, and ranking one, two or three will add luster to the school's face.

I took the exam for two subjects in a row, and when I handed in the papers and left the exam room, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. The sun shone into the corridors and cast shadows, which was the breath of early summer.

Jiang Zhou followed the No. [-] Middle School team to the canteen of the attached high school. He had a bad cold, his mouth tasted bland, and the food in the canteen was so oily that he couldn't swallow it.

The floors of the hotels in the school district are not high. After all, most of the people who stay here are nearby students who go out on weekends and think carefully.

The hotel they stayed in was diagonally across from the attached middle school, sandwiched between two restaurants, with a small entrance, regular and inconspicuous from the outside, with five floors and more than ten rooms on each floor, arranged in a zigzag shape.

Jiang Zhou walked up the stairs to the second floor, and the keypad in his pocket rang several times. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Shang Qinghua.

[Shang 1463****8848: Let's go, your dad keeps urging me, see you at your house during the winter vacation. ]

[Shang 1463****8848: Oh, by the way, your little friend brought a dog and squatted at your door for more than half an hour. ]

A multimedia message was abruptly mixed in between several paragraphs of text. The pixel of the picture loaded by the old-fashioned functional machine was touchingly low, and the frame number of the photo was blurred. It was the back of a hand full of red marks. The situation was scratched by the dog Kamijou mentioned.

[Shang 1463****8848: This dog is too ruthless, even more ruthless than your good kid, it will blow up as soon as it says it will. ]

Unintentionally caring about the affectionate address for Song Mian that appeared between the lines, Jiang Zhou roughly read the message, turned off the phone and didn't reply, thinking Song Mian was holding a dog in his heart.

Jiang Zhou's room is in the innermost room on the third floor, at the second corner of the upper row.

Stepping up to the third floor, he saw the fried hairy dog ​​rolling all over the floor at the door.A common cream-colored short-haired Shar Pei, wrinkled, small in size, and still a suckling cub.A pink balloon with a light bulb hung in the air, shining brightly as it fluttered.

Just missing the man who was supposed to be holding the dog.

Jiang Zhou stood there in a daze for a while, then was brought back to his senses by a short dog barking.

He walked over and knelt down to pick up the dog, and found that the dog had two thin red strings wrapped around its front paws, one of which was connected to the balloon above the head, and the other was turned around along the cement floor of the hotel.

What is this messing about again.

Jiang Zhou rubbed the folds on the Shar-Pei's head, and scratched its chin instead. The pup was so comfortable that it burrowed into his palm.

He pulled the red thread and pulled the balloon down. A big "Boom!" was coiled with clouds on the front of the balloon, followed by an arrow pointing to the ground.

He lowered his head, only to see a blade wrapped in a tissue at his feet, probably because he was afraid that the blade would hurt the dog.

This silent operation is like a secret signal for a underground party connection.All Jiang Zhou's movements were natural. He held the dog in his arms, held the puppy's head with one hand, covered the dog's ears, picked up the blade, and popped the balloon.

A bright red rose fell out, followed by a small card, and the small warm-colored light bulb was still glowing when it landed.

Jiang Zhou's nose fluttered, and he picked up the card, which read:

Brother, Little Rose said that he knew he was wrong, and sincerely begged for forgiveness, brother is the most important person to him.

At the end of the sentence, a little red heart and a stick figure of a kneeling figure are drawn.

bells and whistles.

I thought so, but the softest part of Jiang Zhou's heart was still touched, and the warm heat spread all over his body.

The thorns of the rose stems were pulled out cleanly, and the petals were delicate. Jiang Zhou sniffed it closely, and the fragrance was light.

Song Mian really knows him well enough to accurately find the point that softens him every time, making him unable to harden his heart.

Another red thread tied to the dog's leg moved at this moment, tense as if being pulled by someone. Jiang Zhou got up with the dog in his arms, and walked around the corner along the red thread.

There was no one along the way, and the hotel was surprisingly quiet at this time.Walking to the first right-angle bend in the downward direction of Huizi, Song Mian stood there, wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. [-] Middle School, with thin shoulders.

In his hand he held a plain, unadorned balloon.

Song Mian's hands hidden behind his back were clenched into fists and then loosened hastily. His wet palms were sweating continuously. He lowered his head, and when Jiang Zhou turned around, he raised his thin eyelids and took a quick glance.

Behind him is the double room that will be opened at the front desk at noon, and returning to school tomorrow means that he will have to live here tonight. He resolutely abandoned Zheng Qiran, his thoughts clearly revealed, and he even took a sip of wine in advance, conservative and not drunk The degree of courage.

When Jiang Zhou approached, Song Mian raised her head, pursed her lips, and looked at him shyly and expectantly.

"Where did this dog come from?"

As a result, Jiang Zhou's first sentence was to ask the dog, and Song Mian was instantly suffocated. Two seconds later, he puffed up his mouth and said angrily, "It's stolen!"

"Oh."

Jiang Zhou stroked the dog's head and nodded casually, as if he didn't care much about the dog's specific origin.

At the last moment, the dog cubs robbed the show. Song Mian stared at the ugly dog ​​that was being stroked and yawned, his teeth chattered with anger, his eyes were red, he reached out and nodded the dog's head pitifully and complained: "You don't touch me if you touch it. , you like it and don't like me, don't you want me?"

These words were soft and pitiful, which did not match Song Mian's tall and handsome appearance.

"It's just a puppy, what do you compare to it?"

Hearing the words, Jiang Zhou was a little funny, and his face almost tensed up, but he almost stopped the smile when it reached his throat.

"Puppy doesn't need you to touch, but Doudou needs it."

The fingers of Song Mian's right hand hanging on the seam of his trousers curled up slightly, and he took a step closer to Jiang Zhou, lowered his head halfway, exposed his head to Jiang Zhou, and continued to act pitifully: "Don't touch it, you can touch me, I'll compare it to it Much better to touch."

When the bad kid who is always mischievous and mischievous suddenly becomes obedient, reveals his most obedient side to you, and looks forward to your touch with his soft belly, at this time, no matter how naughty the kid was before, he can only It will make people feel cute.

"fool."

After a while, Jiang Zhou couldn't hold back anymore, and said with a smile: "Stand up straight, I won't touch anyone."

"Oh~"

Song Mian obediently straightened his back and paid attention when he left. After a while, he seemed to remember something, and quickly stuffed the balloon in his hand to Jiang Zhou: "You... look, there are..."

Jiang Zhou turned his head to look at the balloon, but didn't poke it, but turned his head to look Song Mian in the eyes, and called him, "Song Mian."

"Huh?" Song Mian looked back.

"You are 17 years old, your life may be a bit long, have you really thought about it?" Jiang Zhou asked.

There are no windows in the winding corridor, and there are only lights on the ceiling in the space. The warm-colored light source covers the two people at the end in a halo, and the entire corridor is silent.

After Jiang Zhou finished asking, he closed his mouth and looked away.The half-drooped eyelashes are thin and long, and a shadow is drawn out at the end of the eye, like a bird feather fan, coquettish and beautiful.

He gave Song Mian enough time to think about it, but Song Mian didn't want to waste any more time.

"I've thought about it a long time ago." Song Mian looked at him and smiled, "Before I met you, I was just "me", a lonely wretch, and I hated that kind of life. After meeting you, I changed from "me" to With "us" and never being alone again, I like that."

"What about you?"

At the end of the sentence, Song Mian asked back.

"Between you and time, I will always choose you." Jiang Zhou said.

"Then did you forgive me?" Song Mian was overjoyed, pulled out the hand behind his back, and handed another rose hidden in front of Jiang Zhou, "Huh?"

Jiang Zhou didn't answer, leaned forward, turned his hand, and opened the door behind Song Mian, then leaned over slightly and picked up a bright red petal, before Song Mian was stunned and didn't react, he pushed the person Backed away, and kissed his lips through the petals.